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Poetry
The Truth
By goingtothedogs
22 May 2007
It is a stereotype that science and scientists have to be souless and with no sense or poetry, beauty or art. The idea seems to be that a search for Truth based on evidence and hard-thinking counts for nothing and that only "truth" based on revelation or scripture or some higher authority is valid.

I don't agree, and this piece is one of my attempts to make the point.


The Truth

The dreaming within the mind’s eye shapes our world and thoughts,
As we seek the truth and pattern in the wonders nature-wrought.
We seek the structure in the chaos, the ripple in the flow,
To find the truth that really is the universe we know.

Some say all truths are equal truths, one truth is truth belied.
Others “My truth, the only truth, and proof is faith denied”.
Thus minds are held in poverty. Thus souls held in thrall.
We are the first, only perhaps, could seek the truth at all.

Once the world was flat for us, the sky a dome of blue,
‘Twas obvious to all, therefore, obviously, it must be true.

The world sat on a turtle though I ne’er heard what,
The turtle thought about all this, or on what it might be sat
When asked this question, after thought, a lady once was heard to say,
Young man, no more of that nonsense. It’s turtles all the way!

They said a golden chariot of flame would bathe the world in light,
A silver ship would glimmer down, would shimmer down by night.
And gloried poetry seduced once more, with tales, the mind of man
Our world was set amid the spheres of stars and moon and sun.

The wandering stars on each were set, each planet to its sphere,
From each there came celestial song, divine for human ear.
This was, they said, the Mind of God, made plain for man to see,
The singing crystal spheres entwined, The Creator’s Harmony.

In splendour all Creation would ring in crystal song,
Behold the Music of the Spheres! Seductive, beautiful and wrong.
When a comet passed across the sky, it pierced for all to see,
Each glassy sphere. How was this so? The spheres could not be.


And now our Voyagers sail the night, in modern oddessey
To where, perhaps, our words and music others then might see.
Perhaps beyond the winds of Sol until, amid the winds anew,
They turn to gaze, behind, within. They see our world of blue.

Our world in lost in vastness. Marvels beyond compare.
No human mind ever conceived the glories truly there.
Miracle enough to live at all, no need, for constructs of the mind.
To see the pale blue dot proclaims the Truth for all of humankind.

Reviews

Written by AnnieSeed (128 comments posted) 22nd May 2007
I love the music of the language in this, and the beautiful imagery, especially  
 
"A silver ship would glimmer down, would shimmer down by night" 
 
"odyssey" though.  
 
well done
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Written by HlzWlz (3 comments posted) 29th November 2007
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I really liked this poem, goingtothedogs, I loved the idea and I really, really like your vocab in presenting your ideas. 
 
The long lines work well, too. 
 

Written by goingtothedogs (58 comments posted) 29th November 2007
Thankyou. It's nice to see it appreciated

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